(Juriel)
The scent of pine needles and damp earth mingled with the sweet, smoky aroma of roasting boar hung heavy in the air. Six years. Six years since Damian's shadow had fallen over my life, six years since the world had tilted on its axis. Six years since the self proclaimed rogue king, Damian kidn*pped me and tortured me because he wanted to use me for my powers. Now, as I sat nestled beside my handsome mate, Malik, the scent of him - a blend of sandalwood and rain washed leather - was my anchor. The air buzzed with a low hum of contentment, a symphony of laughter and playful barks. Our vampire kingdom, was gathered with the Black Night Pack, a cherished occasion that we have both loved to do for our clan and for Jake's pack.
Sunlight, filtered through the ancient oaks surrounding t
